Even though I practically had a nuit blanche last night, I did not actually get around to attending any nuit blanche activities. I went to an apéro at Veronica's house and ended up staying into the wee hours of the night. Her parties are always so much fun, and usually involve some kind of game, last night's being Loup Garou.

But there was some confusion about how late the metro was actually running, so people eventually started heading out, and I was faced with a decision - should I be responsible and head home at a fairly decent time, or hold out for the Frenchies who were on the way? Since I always complain about not speaking French anymore (and the Frenchies in question were en principe young, eligible men), I decided to stick it out. And thus began a two-hour long conversation with probably the most ignorant Frenchman I've ever met. I honestly hope for his sake that it was the alcohol talking last night. This guy, who was supposedly supposed to be hitting on me, kept throwing out shit like "I hate the US and all Americans" or "In my opinion, there's New York City and then the rest of the country is just a bunch of hicks." Followed by "Oh my God, you're just like my sister, you're so chiante". Right.....

It was actually funny in a way because the guy was just so damn ridiculous I couldn't help but laugh at the idiotic things coming out of his mouth. On top of that, in between his ever-so-enlightened comments, I was getting jabs from Jasmin & Veronica, saying "But just think about the angry sex you two would have!!" Thanks ladies. Later on in the night, he tried to redeem himself by saying "No, come on, I don't really hate the US, I was just saying that because you were pissing me off" - cuz that's a good excuse. After which he proceeded to ring the neighbor's doorbell at 3:30 in the morning. And then he ran away once we exited the building, leaving me alone in an unfamiliar neighborhood, stuck finding a way home by myself. Classy stuff, I'm telling you.

And y'all are wondering why I'm still single....